As he spoke, the Meishan sword cultivator had already walked to within ten feet of Yang Xuanzhou.
He did not rein in the intimidation of his sword intent. At such a distance, that invisible sharpness was like mountains roaring and seas crashing, relentlessly bearing down upon them.
Yang Xuanzhou met the man's gaze directly, his eyes calm and his expression as composed as ever.
He had been born on Longyin Peak of the Yang Clan, cultivating since childhood amid the aura of a true dragon.
Now, the pressure formed by this mere Spirit Communion sword intent was vastly inferior to the ferocious might of his father's true dragon. Naturally, it could not affect him much.
But his ability to ignore the sword intent did not mean those behind him could do the same.
As the Meishan sword cultivator approached, the Core Formation Cultivators, Sun Changfeng among them, already felt pressure as heavy as a mountain, while waves surged across the lakes of their hearts.
Yang Xuanzhou glanced back, then told Sun Changfeng to lead them outside the cave to wait.
At this, Sun Changfeng's face filled with concern. Suppressing his fear of that sword intent, he sent a thought to Yang Xuanzhou. "But... Xuanzhou, can you manage alone in here? How about I..."
"Senior Sun, there is no need to worry. I know what I am doing. There will not be any problem."
Seeing this, Yang Xuanzhou opened his mouth to reassure him. "It is only a matter of the order of entry into the Secret Realm and the number of people entering. Even if we cannot reach an agreement, nothing too serious will happen. At worst, we can yield to them."
Hearing Yang Xuanzhou say this, Sun Changfeng felt much more at ease. He then followed his instructions and